[Yu Huang] Changfeng

CP: Lu Lin

I was a flower appreciator

Three feet, how far is it?

For the two of them, it was just a step.And this step, but no one moved forward.

The flying knife came out through the air, rolled over the dead branches and leaves all the way, and arrived in an uproar, and was deeply nailed to the trunk that Lu Wantang was leaning against.Ye Xiu's face was as usual, and he came here with blood on the ground, and there was hardly any abnormality.

He's just doing what he has to do.

This knife is a warning.

The next knife is the result that everyone wants.

Lu Wantang was almost exhausted, and the wound on his left shoulder was quite grim. The Yinxue Hall was over, even if he surrendered, it would be useless. If he became the deputy hall master, he would be driven out and killed.What's more, he wouldn't give in at all, even for the sake of his life.

"Don't, don't kill him." Lin Jiao pointed his sword to the ground, raised his hand to touch the blood on his face, turned to look at Ye Xiu, "Ye Xiu, brother, don't take my job."

Ye Xiu walked over without saying anything, holding the flying knife between his fingers, and raised his right hand slightly.

"Don't." Lin Jiao stood in front of Ye Xiu and patted Ye Xiu's shoulder pretendingly, "You have to fight me for this too, can you let me make a difference, can you, can you! Then you can be with us The old man came back to life, and said that my six roots are pure and have no desires or desires. The deputy hall master of the Snow Drinking Hall, relying on this incident in this life, is going to be immortalized forever. Let him find someone to compile a book for me and print it, so as to publicize my reputation. the good name—”

Speaking of this, Lin Jiao touched his face again, "Draw another portrait, make it more handsome, and don't draw this small wound - I think I will be remembered by everyone."

Ye Xiu blinked, but didn't speak.

Lin Jiao nodded, knowing what Ye Xiu meant.They knew each other when they were young, so far, it is tacit understanding.No one can stop what Ye Xiu is going to do.

He wanted to kill Lu Wantang, and from his standpoint, he couldn't criticize him at all.

Lin Jiao took a step forward, pointing and chatting with Ye Xiu again. "You haven't had enough of being alone all these years? Look at your junior brother, Huang Shaotian has found it. Although I'm not up to date...but it's still there. Look at you, look at you!"

"Okay, let you, let you, I just don't want to look at it." Lin Jiao took a step sideways, squatted on the ground, picked up a stone, threw it far away, stood up and sang in a dantian, angrily, "For you, like a flower and a beautiful family, like a passing year—"

The flying knives pierced through the air, and the voice was piercing, like the sound of cracking silk for a moment, mixed with this line of libretto, it was the curtain for this bloody night.

The long night will end, the dawn will dawn, and all will be free at last.

Lu Wantang took one last look at Lin Jiao's back, and closed her eyes resignedly.However, at that moment, a figure turned around and rushed towards him.

"Time flies like water, it's Da'er who has been searching all over—"

The flying knife sank into flesh and blood, Lin Jiao couldn't stand still, and reached out to support Lu Wantang's shoulder.

The sound stopped abruptly.

This play finally sang to the end.

"Lin Jiao?" Lu Wantang's hands and feet were cold for a moment, he supported Lin Jiao, and put his hand on his back, blood gushed out.The knife was precise and deeply piercing, with blood rushing down Lu Wantang's palm, tick-tock, staining the white clothes red.

"Only I can kill you." Lin Jiao's eyes were paranoid, he lowered his head and spat blood, then turned to look at Ye Xiu, "Ye Xiu, I won't allow it."

Ye Xiu stood a few steps away, Lin Jiao didn't have the strength to look at his reaction and expression, he turned around, threw the long sword in his hand, and fell forward with open arms.

The sky is big and the earth is big, it's all right now, it's just the two of us.

"I'm dying." Lin Jiao pulled out a dagger from his waist and pressed it against Lu Wantang's chest, "I'm going to kill you."

"You kill." Lu Wantang closed her eyes without hiding.

"It's not fun." Lin Jiao casually threw the dagger on the ground, struggling to lean sideways against the tree trunk, looking at Lu Wantang's profile. "At this point you should say, you lunatic, you die, I'm going to be free. This is the kind of conversation I like."

"No." Lu Wantang turned sideways, tentatively pulled Lin Jiao's hand, and repeated again, worriedly, "No."

"It's nothing, you." Lin Jiao didn't push him away, but fell headfirst. "I blocked a knife for you, let me rely on you."

Lu Wantang kept silent, avoided the wound, and let Lin Jiao lean on him.

"This action is a bit intimate." Lin Jiao blinked and muttered something. "Thinking about it, it's not suitable for our status, but I'm about to die, maybe I can have this privilege."

"Lu Wantang," Lin Jiao coughed, spurting out a big mouthful of blood, "I think I have to tell you something again, lest you forget it again."

Lu Wantang bent down to listen, Lin Jiao opened his eyes, reached out and tugged at Lu Wantang's ears, "Come closer, I don't want others to hear it."

"I love you."

Lu Wantang froze.

"I love you, I can't change it." Lin Jiao raised his hand to cover his eyes, tears slipped down between his fingers. "I thought I was just talking, I thought I would put my life more important than you, these are all I thought, but I am dying, I still think I love you."

"I think my life is the most important thing." Lin Jiao sat on the hillside with a grass stalk in his mouth, thought for a while and then simply lay down. "You're not as important as my life. I'm dying, I won't practice anymore, what kind of new move is this, I'm almost going to be poked to death by you, do you know—"

"Then get up and practice sword." Lu Wantang kicked him lightly, "Get up."

"Sorry." Lin Jiao picked up a stone and threw it over.

"No." Lu Wantang turned sideways and gently avoided.

"Can you please be reasonable?" Lin Jiao sat up awkwardly, "Why are you so anxious, this set of swordsmanship is really too strenuous, what do you like about it, tell me, explain it to me. "

"It's useful for you." Lu Wantang squatted down and pulled the weeds on the ground casually, "Your phantom sword is difficult to break through until now. This set of swordsmanship has been thoroughly understood and will be useful to you."

"..." Lin Jiao was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed. "Lu Wantang, just say what you say, why are you blushing?"

"No." Lu Wantang looked a little dodgy, turned his head and stood up, "Get up and practice your sword."

"Let me take a look." Lin Jiao patted his buttocks and stood up, "Don't hide from you and stop—hey, hey, you point your sword at me before I'm ready——"

The blades intersected again, making a joyous and clear symphony.Every move, guide and follow, is just right without any mistakes. For them, tacit understanding is like an innate instinct.

"You lost." Lin Jiao, drenched in sweat, stabbed with the sword and landed on Lu Wantang's chest.

"En." Lu Wantang nodded, raised her hand to wipe off her sweat, and put away her sword.

"I said you lost, so you're not going to renege on your debt, are you?" Lin Jiao poked Lu Wantang's clothes with the tip of his sword, "How can you not be trustworthy? Hey, hey, are you really going to renege on your debt?"

Lu Wantang looked at Lin Jiao with a serious and sincere expression. "Well, I'm going to renege on it."

"You are shameless, how can you speak so frankly!" Lin Jiao was angry, threw the sword away, and pulled Lu Wantang's collar with his hand. "But whoever loses will be below, why don't you be so stingy!"

"Yeah...yes." Lu Wantang nodded seriously, and decided to carry out the cheating to the end.

Lin Jiao raised his leg and pushed his knee against it, "Bastard—hey, hey, fell—"

Lu Wantang stepped back, and Lin Jiao made a space for it. He leaned forward and jumped up, unable to stand still, but still holding Lu Wantang's collar in his hand, so the two of them fell down together, and Lu Wantang Reaching out to wrap Lin Jiao's head to prevent him from bumping into it, the two rolled down the hillside chattering.

The spring grass is fresh and green, with a refreshing grass fragrance, and the two of them rolled down, as if they were rolling in the haystack, covered in the smell of grass.The smell was light and long-lasting, with a little night dew, and his clothes were wet. Lin Jiao buried his head in Lu Wantang's arms, smelling this smell, he suddenly felt his heart beat faster.

There is really no reason, and it is too useless.Lin Jiao thought to himself.

But between heaven and earth, the word love is the most wonderful.Changing the place and changing the person, maybe the mood will be gone.Thousands of beautiful scenes, but only because of people.

It's just that when I was young, I was angry with horses in fresh clothes and wandered around the rivers and lakes, and I didn't know how to cherish it.

"Don't copy it." Lin Jiao sat down with a jar of wine, "Come on, the daughter red I bought from my father yesterday, it is said to be decades old, I don't know if it is true or not, come and taste it. Speaking of it You haven't had a drink together yet, you always say that you can't drink enough, if you dare to say that today, I will tell Aunt Xie about your sneak peek at Miss Xie next door."

"She has asked me several times," Lin Jiao put the wine jar on the table, pinched his waist, imitating Madam Xie's tone. "Oh, Linjiao, does Lu Wantang have an engagement, I think Lu Wantang is a nice person—"

"..." Lu Wantang paused, "It's not me peeking, it's you cheating me."

"Who will believe it, who will believe it?" Lin Jiao stared.

Lu Wantang: "..."

"Stop copying, you've been copying a single sword manual for a whole day." Lin Jiao snatched his pen, "Here, I'll show you my handwriting, that's called Piao Ruo Jing Hong Jiao Ruo You Long Shocking Phoenix Want to cry—"

"Uh." Lu Wantang tried to grab the pen back, "Everything is fine, but it's too ugly."

"You're ugly!" Lin Jiao was furious, "I'll show you what writing is. After I finish writing, you'll know that what you write is too embarrassing to call it calligraphy—"

There is nothing wrong with what Lu Wantang said, Lin Jiao's handwriting is really ugly.

"How is it?" Lin Jiao blew on the ink, and triumphantly held it up for Lu Wantang to see.

"I'm embarrassed to say that what I write is calligraphy." Lu Wantang nodded sincerely, "I think it's calligraphy."

"What about mine?"

"It's hard to describe." Lu Wantang studied it for a long time and came to a conclusion. "It's not a word anyway."

Lin Jiao: "..."

Lu Wantang looked at him and nodded again, feeling that she was right.

"It seems that I have to sacrifice my unique skill." Lin Jiao lowered his face, dipped his brush in ink, sank his breath into his dantian, and held his breath, looking like he was making a big move.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain—" Lin Jiao said in a deep voice.

"Is there an old monk in the temple?" Lu Wantang answered hesitantly.

"No!" Lin Jiao rolled his eyes, glared at him, and continued. "There is a little monk."

"Pfft." Lu Wantang couldn't hold back and laughed.

"The little monk wrote very ugly, until one day, he drank a pot of wine and got drunk. He was drunk, and then he went to write, and he wrote a shockingly good hand. .”

Lu Wantang: "..."

This nonsense is a bit outrageous.

"I lived next to this temple when I was young," Lin Jiao continued.

Lu Wantang nodded. I heard Lin Jiao say this. He lived in the country with his mother when he was a child. He often recalled how he bullied the children in his hometown when he was a child.

"Then, I learned this unique skill from this young monk who has become an old monk." Lin Jiao put down his pen, "So let's drink first, and then write, so that you can see the [-]-generation single pass When you see the wild grass that the little monk almost lost, you will know how powerful I am."

Lu Wantang was still wondering why it was the [-]th generation, but Lin Jiao had already opened the seal and poured two large bowls of wine.

The glutinous rice wine was mellow and clear, and the liquor dangled in the bowl, reflecting the shadows of the two people obliquely. Lin Jiao could see it fascinated, and he took Lu Wantang's head and looked at the figures in the wine bowl together.

"How did you grow?" Lin Jiao hit Lu Wantang with his head.

Lu Wantang was at a loss, "Huh?"

"I mean your face." Lin Jiao pinched Lu Wantang's nose. "Nose, eyes, and mouth."

"Ah?" Lu Wantang still didn't understand what Lin Jiao was talking about, and let Lin Jiao make nonsense.

"I said it looks good." Lin Jiao quickly turned his eyes away, and picked up the wine bowl, "After drinking it, I will show you what Kuangcao is, and you will know what calligraphy is."

"Oh." Lu Wantang nodded and picked up the wine bowl.

In August, sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, the trees are full of flowers and swaying, and the aroma is tangy. When you take a deep breath, you can only feel that your chest is surrounded by this strong fragrance. With the fragrance of wine and ink, it becomes an indescribable smell.

"I'll write it for you, take a look." Lin Jiao put down the wine bowl contentedly, picked up a pen and drew a ghost symbol on the rice paper, then turned around and handed it to Lu Wantang, "Let me show you, what is—"

Lu Wantang leaned against the stone, closed her eyes and fell asleep soundly.His face was flushed as if he had a fever, his eyelashes trembled slightly, the wine bowl was tilted to one side, half of it was spilled, and half of the bowl was poured, poured so thoroughly, he just lay on his arm and became drunk and unconscious.

"Hello." Lin Jiao patted his face, Lu Wantang didn't seem to wake up, but rubbed Lin Jiao's palm uncomfortably.

"Hahahahaha!" Lin Jiao laughed, "It's so interesting to fall asleep."

The moonlight is thick, new osmanthus clusters are growing, wild flowers are about to ignite, and an unknown bird flies across the sky, singing twice.

"You write beautifully." Lin Jiao leaned on the rock, took Lu Wantang's hand and wrote in his palm, "You are good in everything, but your status is not good."

"Forget it, one day passes by one day."

Lin Jiao didn't drink too much, and after drinking a lot, he fell asleep with Lu Wantang on his back. The next day when the sun was bright, he found himself getting up from the bed.

Lu Wantang was chopping firewood outside the door, and the crackling sound was endless.

"Why did he wake up earlier than me?" Lin Jiao rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking at the paper on the table, his eyes were attracted to him.

A piece of raw rice paper, with two big characters flying and dancing on it, is really startling, vigor, madness, and arrogance.

forest suburbs.

his name.

Lin Jiao took a closer look, and it turned out that there was a line of petty lowercase below: You write beautifully.

"This person—" Lin Jiao smiled, folded the paper and hid it. "Probably ill."

"Lu Wantang!" Lin Jiao walked out the door, the sweet-scented osmanthus was still in full bloom, a little golden in the sunlight, dazzling the whole tree. "Come here, I have a bill to settle with you."

Lu Wantang walked over with suspicious eyes. "I didn't mean it yesterday, I just poured it in a glass—"

Lin Jiao interrupted him mercilessly, wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him.

Unable to utter a thousand words, Lin Jiao had only one thought in his mind at that time: These days are all stolen, if you don’t cherish them, they will really be gone.

"I think of many things." Lu Wantang said softly.

"Me too." Lin Jiao raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his lips, and after a long time of wiping, he found that he couldn't finish it.He could feel the blood gradually leaving his body, feel the oppression of death, and even feel the cold fingertips and heavy limbs.

Lin Jiao struggled to get the dagger he had thrown on the ground. It took a lot of effort and dropped it a few times before he managed to pick it up.

"But I still feel that I have to do this myself." The cold dagger shone coldly, the sky turned white, and the dawn was dazzling. Lin Jiao squinted his eyes, thinking that he could watch the sunrise once before he died. earned.

In the battle on the top of Songshan Mountain, blood flowed all over the ground and corpses were scattered all over the field. This was a fight with no winners, at least for Lin Jiao.

Death and life are too great, and they cannot be changed with them; even if the world falls, they will not be left with them.

He felt weak all over, and could barely open his eyes. This angle was very good, and he could see Lu Wantang's side face, which was as handsome as a knife.

With the last bit of strength left, Lin Jiao thought, this is the end of my life.This last sliver of strength should be used where it should be used.

The dagger fell from his hand again. With the last bit of strength, Lin Jiao didn't stab the knife, but raised his hand to grab Lu Wantang's hand.

However, there is no second action.

I said it with all my heart, but I still can't.The world is so big, and the world is lonely, once this day is gone, what will the rest have to do with me.It depends on your heart, and everything I do also depends on my heart.

The crow cries blood and sings around the tree.

Lu Wantang stared blankly at Lin Jiao's closed eyes and lowered hands, suddenly feeling dizzy.

He suddenly burst into tears.

All the things that I stubbornly believed in and insisted on suddenly lost their meaning at this moment. What status and belief were concerned, suddenly it was like a collapsed carved beam and painted building, and after the dust flew, it was devastated.

The sky is bright and the red sun is rising in the east. Such a good sunshine and mountains and rivers, but there are no forests and suburbs in the world.

That year they sat together in the osmanthus bushes and leaned on a stone to drink. Lin Jiao turned his back to him, thin and calm. Under the reflection of it, it is not eclipsed.

At that time, I was a flower appreciator.

That dagger was sharp, not inferior to Ye Xiu's throwing knife.

Thinking this way, Lu Wantang used his last ounce of strength to hold Lin Jiao's body tightly.

You don't have to wait long, on the bridge of Naihe, we will meet there.

All of this is up to my heart.

The title poem: I was a flower admirer at that time, from Yan Shu's "Magnolia Flower"

※ "For you, like a flower and a beautiful family, like a year like water" comes from Tang Xianzu's "The Peony Pavilion"

※"Death and life are too great, and they cannot be changed with them; even if the world falls, they will not be left with them." From Zhuangzi's "De Chong Fu"